The so-called Oktoberfest, of course, was all kinds of beer.
In this annual grand festival of the Dwarf Kingdom, all the famous brewers in the Dwarf Kingdom would take out their best works for everyone to taste.
Because the dwarves and gnomes were neighbors and had a good relationship, even the gnomes next door came to join in the fun.
Tang En had already seen many gnomes hidden among the dwarves. They greeted the surrounding dwarves and looked natural as if they were in their own home.
It was strange to say that the gnomes were natives with no religion. To be precise, they believed in the religion of great technology, but they became friends with the dwarves who believed in the goddess of the earth. It was unknown how they developed to this point.
The gnomes were a race shorter than the dwarves. The average height of the dwarves could reach Tang En's chest, while the gnomes were only as tall as his thighs. It was no wonder that in front of the gnomes, even Brian dared to call them little dwarves.
In Prandal, perhaps the lowest intelligent race was the gnomes and the gnomes, and they were all natives of Prandal.
Although it was obvious that in order to respect the festival of friends, these gnomes had dressed up carefully, but the smell of lubricant on their bodies could be smelled from afar.
Tang En's eyes lit up when he smelled this smell, and he looked at the gnomes with a lot of enthusiasm.
Lubricant was something inseparable from the development of technology, so when Tang En, who came from Earth, smelled the smell of lubricant, he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity with the gnomes.
This race that was born obsessed with all kinds of construction machinery added a lot of fun to Prandal.
Tang En didn't directly take the liberty to talk to the gnomes. He was waiting for an opportunity to get to know them.
Because at the Oktoberfest, even the gnomes took out their own brews to participate in the competition.
Dark beer, foam beer, lager beer, and even various kinds of spirits, such as lava beer, thunder beer, and so on. These spirits had some embryonic forms of distilled liquor.
The variety of beer almost dazzled Tang En. Beer and red wine were the absolute mainstream in Prandal. The variety was even more exaggerated than on Earth. In addition, this magical world was full of all kinds of incredible things. The feeling of drinking these beers was also very special.
It was just like the stronger Lava Beer and Thunder Beer. The former would be boiling hot and would even spew out flames, while the latter would feel a slight electric current jumping on their body after drinking it. The electric current wasn't strong, but it was numbing, like a massage, making people feel very comfortable.
However, what made Tang En at a loss whether to laugh or cry was that he discovered that there was only one type of beer brewed by the dwarves, and it was actually called "Lube Beer" …
According to the dwarves' introduction, drinking this kind of beer would lubricate the intestines and make defecation as smooth as lubricating oil …
Could this thing be a Caiselo?
But what made Tang En stunned was that the oily beer brewed by the dwarves was actually very popular with the dwarves. Were the dwarves suffering from constipation?
At this time, Tang En suddenly heard a burst of cheers. When he went over to take a look, it turned out that the popular "Drunkard Competition" had reached its climax.
In addition to the attractive wine tasting competition on Beer Street, there was also a very famous Drunkard Competition. The competition was to see who could drink more. The one who didn't get drunk at the end would be the champion, and the champion's reward was the right to drink the champion's beer for free for a year.
On the one hand, this was to advertise the winning beer in the tasting competition. On the other hand, it also satisfied the desire of the dwarves who were addicted to drinking to their heart's content. Therefore, there were a lot of people participating every time. Unfortunately, there weren't many who could really last until the end. At most, there wouldn't be many people left after a few rounds.
There were two dwarves standing on the platform. At this moment, their faces were red, and their beards were wet and stuck to their bodies. But they didn't care at all. They only had each other in their eyes.
The dwarf on the left laughed and patted the barrel beside him. "Colin, give up! You're definitely not my opponent! I, Groka, am the champion of the Drunkard Competition 15 times in a row! "
"Hmph! We'll only know who the real champion is in the end! "
Colin stared at Grocca, full of fighting spirit. "The free drink ticket will be mine!"
"Hmph! Do you want to ruin my life of free drinking? Today, I'll defeat you wholeheartedly in front of the goddess! "
Colin said heroically, "Let's begin! Bring the wine! I want the strongest Purgatory Stout! "
"He wants to drink Purgatory Stout!"
"Oh my goddess! This is going to be interesting! "
"Haha, so far, no one has been able to drink an entire barrel of Purgatory Stout. Can Groka break this record?"
Hearing Colin's words, even Groka's expression changed. "You can't win, so you want to drag me down with you!?"
"What? Don't you have the courage? "
Groka was furious. He kicked away the barrel beside him. "Bring the Purgatory Stout over!"
Soon, two small pitch-black barrels were moved to the table. Compared to the large barrels from before, these two barrels were much smaller. However, seeing the gloating expressions of the dwarves and gnomes around him, Tang En guessed that this Purgatory Stout might not be that simple.
Sure enough, as soon as they opened the lids, Tang En smelled a very unpleasant and pungent smell. He immediately took a few steps back.
Tang En originally thought that this Purgatory Stout might be some kind of strong liquor, but now it seemed that the reason why he couldn't finish so much was because of this strong smell!
How should he describe this smell?
Sewer? Rotten fish? Corpse? No, it was like the smell of a rotten corpse that had been soaked in the sewer for ten days to half a month and then exposed to the sun!
There's actually such a terrifying thing in this world?!
Tang En was horrified. The smell of this beer was probably even worse than the Swedish canned herring that was known as a biological weapon on Earth!
Can this thing really be drunk?!
But soon, Groka and Colin's actions gave Tang En an answer. They actually frowned and really held the barrels to drink!
However, looking at their painful faces, drinking the Purgatory Stout was probably not a pleasure at all …
"Tang En, you're here."
At this time, Duranden found Tang En. After the wedding, he had changed out of his armor and now looked much more normal.
"Where's Tess?"
"She went to participate in the ladies' activities … Ha, this year Groka and Colin are actually going to challenge the Purgatory Stout? This is going to be fun … Oh, right. "Duranden suddenly came back to his senses and pointed to his gnome companion beside him." Let me introduce you. This is the leader of the Gnome Kingdom, the great craftsman Clotho Wrench. "
The leader of the Gnome Kingdom!?
Tang En was in awe and specially lowered his body to salute. "I pay my respects to you, Your Majesty Clotho."
It should be known that in this world dominated by magic, it was not easy to develop basic physics. But the gnomes, an indigenous race, could rely on their own strength to persist until now and not be assimilated. This was simply a miracle.
And this Clotho could become the leader of the gnomes. His attainments in this field could be imagined.
"No, no, no." Clotho waved his hand again and again. "I'm not a king. We gnomes don't have a king. My identity is a great craftsman, so please call me Master Clotho."
Duranden smiled and said, "Gnome friends, the only criterion for choosing a leader is their attainments in engineering, so Clotho is the greatest engineer among all gnomes."
Listening to Duranden's words, he felt that Clotho's eyes were full of wisdom.
In fact, in Tang En's eyes, Clotho didn't look much different from other gnomes. It was just that his hairstyle was more luxuriant. It was really attractive.
Clotho noticed Tang En's line of sight. "Don't you think my hairstyle is very good?"
Without waiting for Tang En to open his mouth, Duranden smiled and said, "His hairstyle at least increased his height by a fist!"
Tang En laughed involuntarily.
"Duranden!"
Clotho stared at Duranden. "Don't show off your dwarven height in front of a gnome!"
"Of course I have to show off!"
Duranden's face was matter-of-fact. "In the whole of Prandal, we dwarves only have a height advantage in front of you and the goblins. So I have to show off."
Clotho snorted. "You hateful guy, if I had brought the shrinking ray device, I would've made you look good!"
Tang En laughed involuntarily. He coughed and said, "Master Clotho, I'm very interested in your construction machinery. If possible, can you chat with me?"
"Of course, but let's enjoy the joy of the Brewfest for now."
Clotho pointed to the table. "It seems that the results are about to appear."
"They are indeed reaching their limit."
Duranden knew more about Gloca and Colin's situation. Seeing the two of them, he knew that they had reached their limit.
At this time, Tang En suddenly discovered that Gloca's body was surging with active magic power. Under the influence of that magic power, Gloca's spirit was shaken and he drank the rest of the Purgatory Stout in one gulp!
As for Colin, he was completely delirious. He was holding the barrel with a silly smile on his face. With a burp, a black bubble emitting a strong stench flew out of his mouth.
"I! Gloca Tongs! I'm still the champion! "
Gloca held the empty barrel high and laughed loudly as he announced his victory.
The group of Dwarves and Gnomes below the stage were holding their noses with one hand and applauding with the people next to them with the other hand. It looked very funny.
Duranden gloated. "Look at them drinking a lot. It's estimated that they'll be like this for a few days."
Tang En was stunned. If they really kept spitting out those stinky bubbles, wouldn't there be no peace wherever they went?
"I really don't understand …"
Tang En sighed. "That Gloca is a Rune Dwarf, right? Are Rune Dwarves also very good at drinking? "
"Gloca Tongs is the Rune Dwarf with the most potential in the younger generation."
Duranden was startled. "But how do you know?"
Tang En casually said, "When he was about to get drunk, I felt magic fluctuations. He should have used magic, right? Normal Dwarves definitely wouldn't have magic fluctuations. "
Hearing this, Duranden's expression suddenly changed. He pushed aside the other Dwarves and rushed to the stage. He pointed at Gloca and roared, "Damn it! Gloca, you dare to cheat?! "
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